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Chapter 65 [Extra] Walking Along the Mountains and Rivers

"You can just go back and forth. You said before that you would not come back to live here, but you still went to find a room." Although Zhang's mother said this, her hands did not slow down at all. "Next time you go back and forth, do it yourself. You treat me like a robot all day long!"

"The robot still needs anointing. I haven't even had a meal yet and I have to torment you."

"Mom, please let it go..." Ding Xuan looked at Zhang's mother and Zhang's father busying around. She felt uncomfortable, but she really didn't dare to let Zhang Ruixuan touch this or that - as long as Zhang Ruixuan touched it, this thing would basically not live until tomorrow.

"It's okay, just take a rest."

They are all women. Zhang's mother said something good: If you put yourself in her shoes and think about it, and treat the girl as your own daughter, can you just throw everything to her? You knew you were reluctant at that time, right?

Of course, it is difficult to say what kind of people there are who still favor boys over girls in this day and age, and they are not included in the "group" involved in Zhang's mother's philosophical remarks.

"Mom, that..."

Seeing his wife also going to help, although Zhang Ruixuan knew his own limitations, he felt a little embarrassed standing there with his hands in his pockets: "Mom, how about I do these things? Your waist is not..."

Looking her son up and down, Zhang's mother wondered in her heart that this child had passed the postgraduate entrance examination and even brought his wife home, so why did she still find nothing satisfactory about him after taking a look at him?

"Come on, take Xiaoxuan out to eat something." After thinking about it, it should be that Zhang Ruixuan's foresight has not improved at all. "Go ahead, without you messing around here, it won't take long for us, the old man and mother, to be together!"

"Mom, is your waist feeling better? Do you want to take a rest?"

"Wait for you to take care of my waist? The daylily is cold!" Zhang's mother was furious when she mentioned this matter. "You said that I asked you to check if you have any intangible cultural heritage that specializes in lumbar muscle strain, but you told me you were busy and didn't let me check it."

"Um, Mom..."

"Alright, alright, both of you go out."

"I had acupuncture and applied some plaster on my waist. I don't know if it helped, but now it doesn't hurt when I do something."

"How dare I trouble you? You're busy all day long!" Zhang's mother winked at her husband who was trying to help her out. "You can search it online now. There's a family that specializes in making plasters for this. I think their surname is Ma, right?"

"He came to give a lecture at our local TCM hospital a while ago, and I just happened to grab the opportunity. I posted a few pictures... I don't need you anymore!"

Zhang's mother barged in with a bunch of words, and Zhang Ruixuan couldn't resist. He didn't get a word in during the whole process. When the mother finished speaking, when Zhang Ruixuan wanted to say something, his father winked at him and reminded him that he understood.

"You can't tell, can you?"

"I……"

"Okay, you two stop making eyes at each other. I'm not blind!"

The older generation often speaks in such a competitive way, and they insist on making both parties feel a little uncomfortable after they are done speaking, as if only then can they achieve the full value of what they say.

Dragging his wife down the street in shame, Zhang Ruixuan had developed a habit over the years - just listen to what your mother says, if you talk too much you will probably just get scolded!

"Plasters and acupuncture...are they really that effective?"

Many times, it is not as easy to let go of a knot in one's heart as one might imagine. When he put himself in other people's shoes, Zhang Ruixuan truly understood what Ding Xuan said that day.

"So, you inherited this from your dad?"

"what?"

After a moment's pause, Zhang Ruixuan saw Ding Xuan winking at him playfully, and then he realized what she was mocking him for: "I'm talking to you about serious matters."

"Of course it works."

"But..." Once bitten, one becomes afraid of ropes for ten years. Even though he can now understand that the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine has changed, and he can also understand the helplessness of having bad luck and encountering a liar, Zhang Ruixuan still finds it difficult to let go of the past.

It's not the depression that a scam brought to the whole family, but more about the time I wasted in the past. When everything can be changed by my own efforts, I realize how ridiculous it is to blame everything on "unfair fate".

"In essence, many muscle strains are caused by catching cold after sweating, or by moisture entering the body. They can be corrected by taking more rest." Ding Xuan turned around and looked at the courtyard not far away from where she had just walked out. "But the disease happens to those who are overworked, and they don't have much time to rest."

The breeze was blowing gently on my face, and the spring scenery was welcoming. The two young people walked down the street, and it was hard to describe how wonderful it was to have all their worries swept away.

The green trees on both sides attracted many tourists who came to take photos and rest. The two young people were no longer so averse to the crowd, but chose to let their words of discussion fall into their ears.

It could be the guqin exhibition behind the red walls, the jade carvings and porcelain in the museum, or someone’s home’s lacquer-washing experience.

"People say this is water transfer printing, and it can't be considered intangible cultural heritage at all."

Zhang Ruixuan suddenly discovered that he and his wife talked about their duties almost every other sentence.

"You can directly experience some lacquering techniques. If you are allergic to it, it will be a problem. Allergies can be fatal."

"Besides, Chuqi uses lacquer to decorate everything." Ding Xuan took out the photos in her phone and flipped to the photo from two or three years ago. "Look at this, lacquer and Xiangyunsha combined into one. Do you think this is considered intangible cultural heritage?"

“Isn’t this a pretty creative innovation?”

At this point, even Zhang Ruixuan finds it difficult to clearly say what exactly counts as intangible cultural heritage. Can the same skills but innovative media still be considered intangible cultural heritage skills?
If it is not a representative successor at any level, nor is it learned from a successor, can it still be considered intangible cultural heritage?

Some intangible cultural heritage items may not have a long history, and their intergenerational inheritance may not be perfect. They are just the restoration of the contents of ancient books...

"So, what exactly is considered intangible cultural heritage?" After two years of going around in circles, Zhang Ruixuan still feels that he cannot understand what intangible cultural heritage is.

Relying solely on those official definitions cannot truly summarize the full meaning behind "intangible cultural heritage".

“It may be a skill or not, but it must be memory.”

The spring breeze lasts forever, and the future will be the same. Zhang Ruixuan looked at his wife and couldn't help but sigh at what a fate it was to have a lasting love at first sight.

[New friend: Bro, it’s me. I lost my phone and got a new number. I have forgotten when we added each other on WeChat]

[New friend: I have good news. We have found some ways to use our abilities after retirement besides teaching.]

[New friend: If you are willing, you can add my new account. I remember that your graduate major is intangible cultural heritage.]

[New friend: I may need to trouble Brother Xuan for some things later]

"This is?"

"They were college students from the martial arts academy at that time." The other party did not remember their first acquaintance, but Zhang Ruixuan remembered the passion of these young people. That might also be the power that awakened the self in Zhang Ruixuan's heart and broke through the "seal" to dare to think and do the most.

"That's good. Young people now have their own ideas and actions. There is a long way to go... I believe they can do it." Even though she is still young, she has already been sighed by those who came after her. It's not that Ding Xuan considers herself a "senior", but the things she has experienced make her feel more vicissitudes of life.

"Don't believe them, look at this!"

"Continue writing?"

"Well, you said that someone like me who reads novels without understanding them can give a story with a conclusion and then write an ending that looks more modern." The cell phone was taken away by his wife. Zhang Ruixuan hugged his arms. If there was a beard of an old actor in opera now, it would have been praised a long time ago!
"They specialize in classical literature research!"

"I know there are several versions of the story behind this, and you said they found a different story? Do you think you are great just because you suppress the classics and trample on them?"

"Don't they consider the character setting?"

Zhang Ruixuan kept complaining while Ding Xuan listened without saying anything, just nodded silently.

"If this continues, the truly useful things in these classical literature will be useless. Why? Liang Zhu and Legend of the White Snake are not good enough. The awakening of female consciousness is of course very valuable, but it can't be so extreme, right?"

"White Snake threw Xu Xian away directly. Wasn't that repaying her kindness? And how many people did the couple save by selling medicine? They can't be together. White Snake wants to be alone and can't have offspring. If they think this way, who will pass on White Snake's medical skills to?"

As he was talking, Zhang Ruixuan's temper flared up, and his thoughts became wild. His voice got louder and louder, as if he was giving a speech to the people around him.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahaha!"

"You know what, the young man's idea does make some sense."

"It's your own rational choice whether to get married or not. There's no need to listen to what others think, and there's no need to demand that others do what you want, right?" Someone responded, which means someone is backing him up. Zhang Ruixuan paid a little attention to his image, "The story of Liang Zhu is the same, it's the progressive thought of that era."

"Now they are harping on the authenticity of folk literature... It's like some people don't read fan fiction!"

"Talk less." Zhang Ruixuan's appearance would inevitably be posted online, and the positive and negative comments would be made about him. His graduate thesis was about to start, but he did not have time to deal with so many unnecessary things. Ding Xuan pushed the former and signaled him to leave quickly and stop making a fuss.

"Okay, I'll leave right away, right away!"

"Young man, are you listening to the opera?"

"Tsk!" Ding Xuan was getting extremely anxious as she watched this situation unfold. She wondered how the old man could see through it at a glance.

As luck would have it, as his eyes moved downward, he glanced at the bag in Zhang Ruixuan's hand - the Thirteen Wonders of Tongguang were printed on it.

"No wonder..."

"Oh, sir, do you like to listen to opera too?"

If there weren't so many people around, Ding Xuan would have rolled her eyes and ignored the opera. Who would have the time to talk to you?
In fact, Zhang Ruixuan just heard the old man talking about a play, saying that there was something going on tonight, which was not worth spending a lot of money, but he had to buy a fifty-dollar ticket no matter what, and sit in a corner to join in the fun!

"That's for sure." Seeing that the topic had been narrowed down to the scope of three people, those who were listening to the fun dispersed with reluctance. Instead, Zhang Ruixuan pulled Ding Xuan and the old man to sit on the bench next to them.

"Oh, by the way... did you buy your tickets tonight? Otherwise, there's something really worth seeing in Chang'an!"

"What are you talking about?" He has been busy moving during this period. Not to mention that Zhang Ruixuan is still discussing with Ding Xuan whether to hold a wedding, but secretly he has already prepared silks and satins, planning to have a ten-mile red wedding. It would be strange if he had time to watch a play!
"You often watch plays, so you should know this young actor..."

After the old man said this, Zhang Ruixuan knew who this "noisy" was referring to, and turned his head to get some advice from his wife.

On the way, he remembered the things he had done without telling his wife, and was afraid that he would be seen guilty, so he turned around, holding his wife's hand with his left hand, chatting with the old man on the right, and headed straight for the theater...

"Two tea tables for 380 yuan?"

"Three."

"Grandpa, I'm here tonight. Let's see if this young actress has made any progress." It was "Dragon and Phoenix Appearing Together" again, but the young actress who made the mistake that time played Sun Shangxiang throughout the show. Zhang Ruixuan believed that if she dared to stand on the stage again, she must be extraordinary in her own way. "If this doesn't work, let's all cheer for her!"

The gongs and drums sounded, the curtain rose and fell, and the "Sports Car" segment that the audience had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

After holding back for so long, the old man finally uttered the two "good things" with full energy: "Don't say it, this is quite a big improvement."

The curtain rose, the lights in the theater finally came on, and the red curtain that had just been closed was opened again.

"Thank you to the audience for giving me this opportunity. Thank you to my teachers, colleagues, seniors and everyone in the band for accompanying me to walk out of the shadow of the past. I hope my performance today will not disappoint everyone again!"

"it is good!"

"It would be great if all Peking Operas were like this!"

“The future is promising!”

"it is good!"

"One more!"

The audience spoke one after another, and every word revealed their satisfaction: You see, as long as you work hard, there will always be rewards.

"Then let me perform an encore of 'Zuo Gong' for everyone." After inviting her partner for the evening and paying tribute to the pianist, the girl spoke confidently.

"Jiao Xiaofan" is famous, but there is also a highlight section belonging to the female role in the front. After the Xipi Kuaiban, the line "You express your feelings to the heaven and me" can be said to be extremely difficult.

The song ended but the love remained. However, Zhang Ruixuan looked at his wife who hadn't said a word and knew that he was probably doomed.

"What did you buy without telling me?"

Sure enough, nothing could escape Ding Xuan’s sharp eyes!

"It has to be you, my wife, hehe." Zhang Ruixuan smiled flatteringly, and he knew that the former would not be angry with him.

The long journey is not a worry, because I have you walking with me...

In Zhang Ruixuan's eyes: You can be Ding Xuan, or you can be intangible cultural heritage, or perhaps there is no third option.